Otaku Teacher Novels & Stories

Vinorca Jona POV Everyone stood up in class, me and Amanda included. “Good morning, sir.” “Settle down, please.” Chairs scraped and murmurs faded as everyone sat. The teacher’s broad back filled the front of the room, shoulders squared, his hand moving across the board in clean, confident strokes. “I’m your new teacher, Masen Kato.” The sound of his name hit me like a jolt. Masen? My pulse stuttered. Is he the same man who helped me yesterday?

she asked sweetly. "I’m..." Takuto’s mind raced. He had to think fast. "I’m practicing tattoos! Yeah, like the cool ones the older kids get..." The teacher laughed heartily, clearly entertained by his imagination. "What are you planning to tattoo?" Takuto, a master of improvisation, responded without skipping a beat, "The company logo." Teacher Yamada burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. "Oh, Takuto, you’re such a creative little one!" She leaned against the wall, still chuckling, unaware of the "Take down Kenta plan" scrawled on his arm in crayon.

He went and sat on the teacher’s chair so I guess he was our teacher. But the weird thing was that he laid his head down on the table and in no time was sleeping. “This situation is pretty awkward”. Then I saw one of the students moving towards the teacher’s chair. She slightly shook him and said,” Umm …. Sir. Were you not supposed to give us some instructions or maybe teach us something?” The teacher yawned and pointed towards her chair hinting her to go back. She went back and sat on her chair then the teacher introduced himself. He said tiredly, “My name is Tsubaki Rei and (he yawned) I’m your ability control teacher. I can see that most of the students are missing which means Miss Harmon

"What do I mean...ummm well. Forget it and just show me your notes. What did you want to cover today?" "I wanted to ask about the Japanese Samurai. I am curious to know more about Oda Nobunaga." Professor Oakley stumbles on his words, and looks at my eyes intently. After fifteen minutes he stops talking. "Professor Oakley. Is something wrong? I can leave if that would be easier for you. I know it's early and you don't have to tutor me anymore. I know it's a hardship." He raises his hands in the air and I don't see a wedding band. His desk also has no pictures on it indicating that he might not be involved with anyone. Perhaps he is single. Maybe it's not all in my head.

In the Tarot, the Hierophant is sometimes known as the High Priest or the Pope and generally appears in the form of a teacher or mentor. He's always knowledgeable and wise but he can run the risk of being too hidebound and dogmatic. He can be the beloved mentor who is always there with the perfect bit of advice or that nasty teacher who still tries to teach that the earth is flat. He is calm, rational and ethical but he can also lack balance and be stubborn to the point of disaster, especially if his beliefs are called into question.

"I understand" "Good." Mrs. Chen looked at her notes. "Now, I want you to think carefully about your interactions with all the male teachers at this school. Have any of them ever made you feel uncomfortable? Perhaps by standing too close, making comments about your appearance, or showing favoritism that felt inappropriate?" This was it-the moment where I could end this, where I could tell the truth, expose Derek, and save myself before things got worse. Or could simply lie. "No," I said, my voice steady. "Nothing like that."

I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding. I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it. The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock. "Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.

It covers algebra, functions and more. Prof. Jean Jackobo is not just a professor but a doctor and a master's degree. He who wore a calm look and a poker face. But that face can kill. He is known as the "Terror" among teachers in their department. He is called like that because he CAN'T help himself but give students a failing grade. [5.0]

MJ smiles then nod his head before bowing. "We're just discuss something important but we are listening," he said. The teacher eyed the two suspiciously then nod her head before starting to teach again. The bell rang, indicating that the class is already over. Everyone rushes out as quickly as possible to avoid being the cleaner of their room. "Mr. Watanabe, Ms. Takahashi..." The two look at their teacher. "Yes, Ms. Suzuki?" Patima asks her. The teacher looked around the room that made the two look around as well.

He hated that even though he could see that he often did it himself to a pretty woman. He looked back at Bree, and then he started to the elevator so he could get a quick breath of fresh air. He was only gone for a few minutes when he went back up to the room and saw an older man there looking at the girl. He turned and looked at Gabe, “Who the hell are you?” the older man asked. “Bree’s teacher, Gabe Danner,” Gabe responded. “And you?” “Why the hell is one of the high school teachers here now?” The man ignored Gabe’s question and stared at him.